Brooklyn Bombshells: Part 1
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Mateo set his bag on the table and asked, “What you need, Bolo?”
“Let me get four ounces. I got customers ready for it right now.”
Mateo nodded and grinned. “A’ight!”
Bolo was one of Mateo’s distributors on the Bronx streets. He was a frequent buyer with a string of clients looking forward to the Kosher Kush that Mateo provided him.
Four ounces of high quality weed at $300 an ounce was a very profitable gain for Mateo. Bolo pulled out a wad of cash and handed it over to Mateo.
“Yo, I heard that you been chillin’ wit’ some fly black shorty lately, and more than once. What’s that about, huh?”
“Just my personal life, Bolo.”
“I hear you’re in love.”
“Yeah, well, is that a bad thing?”
Bolo chuckled. “A man like you, I never thought it would happen. This chocolate mami, she must be something special for you to sport her around town the way you been doing lately,” said Bolo.
“You good, puta?”
Bolo chuckled. He could see that Mateo was somewhat offended by having his personal life brought up, so he left the subject alone.
“Yeah, we’re good, Mateo.”
Mateo packed up his shit, gave Bolo dap, and was on his way. He expected Pyro to meet him at the barbershop, but he was nowhere around.
Chapter Twenty
Chanel, you okay?” Mecca asked.
Chanel turned around from staring out the window. “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m just thinking about something, that’s all.”
“Is it about Mateo?”
She sighed. “Yes. I think he’s cheating on me.”
It wasn’t surprising news to Mecca, and she wanted to say I told you so, but she didn’t. She was Chanel’s best friend and her comfort. Whatever Chanel needed to talk about, she was there to listen and give her friend the best advice she could give without being judgmental.
“Why do you think he’s cheating on you?” she asked.
“I don’t know. It’s just that feeling you get. We’ve been together for a while now and he’s never touched me other than kissing.”
“So, are you trying to fuck him?”
Another sigh escaped Chanel’s lips. She knew he was the one to take her virginity, but the strangest thing was, he wanted to take things slow.
“I want us to make love, Mecca. I’m ready. I’ve never felt so ready in my life.”
“I bet you are.”
“Do you think something’s wrong with me?”
“No, girl. Shit, everything is right with you, and if I was gay, then we probably would be having sex right n
ow,” said Mecca.
Chanel laughed. Mecca always made her laugh.